Tick-Tock
Five small steps from one end to the other,
a frustration so strong, it threatens to smother.
seeking new ways to pass the time,
heartache and sorrow fill the mind.
Trapped in a pain with no way to escape,
misery greets me with each dawning day.
Pacing the floor like a freak in a cage,
inside, kept hidden, burns a rage.
A rage so strong, it it tears at your soul,
like a ticking bomb, I'm destined to blow.
Minute-by-minute, I stare at the clock,
driving me to madness, tick-tock, tick-tock.
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